"Grayson?"
"Give me a second." My voice is strained. "Trying not to come in my jeans like a teenager."
She laughs, the sound shaky but real. "That's—that's actually really flattering."
"It's embarrassing is what it is." But I'm smiling when I open my eyes. "You're so fucking beautiful, Bea. Do you know that?"
She bites her lip, suddenly uncertain. "I'm?—"
"Perfect." I kiss her knee. "Absolutely perfect."
Then I start kissing my way up her thigh, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her omega biology responding to me.
She tenses. "What are you?—"
"Relax." I press a kiss to her inner thigh, feeling the slickness there against my lips. "Let me make you feel good."
"Grayson, you don't have to?—"
"I want to." I look up at her from between her legs. "I've been fantasizing about tasting you. Please let me."
Her pupils dilate. "Okay. Yes. Please."
I grin and lower my mouth to her.
The first taste of her makes me groan. She's sweet and tart like the apples in her scent, and the slick coating her thighs is perfect. I start slow, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her hips buck. When I find her clit and suck gently, she cries out and I feel a fresh wave of slick coat my tongue.
"Oh god—Grayson?—"
"That's it." I work her with my tongue, adding a finger carefully. She's so wet, slick making it easy to slide inside. "Let me hear you."
She's not quiet. Breathy moans and gasps and my name like a prayer. Her hands fist in my hair, holding me exactly where she needs me. I add a second finger and crook them just right, and she practically levitates off the couch, more slick flooding against my palm.
"Right there—don't stop—please don't stop?—"
I don't. I work her steadily, building her higher and higher until I feel her thighs start to shake. My alpha is rumbling with satisfaction in my chest—a deep purr that makes her respond even more.
"Grayson, I'm—I'm going to?—"
"Come for me, Bea. Let go."
She does, crying out as she comes apart beneath my mouth. Her inner walls clench around my fingers as another rush of slick coats my hand. I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down, until she's pushing weakly at my shoulders.
"Too much," she gasps.
I press one last kiss to her inner thigh, then crawl back up her body. "Good?"
"Good?" She laughs breathlessly. "That was—you—I—" She pulls me down into a kiss, tasting herself on my tongue. "Wow."
"Wow works." I settle beside her on the couch, pulling her against my chest. My purr is still rumbling, automatic and instinctive. "You okay?"
"Better than okay." She's still catching her breath, and the satisfied sweetness in her scent makes my alpha preen. "But you—you didn't—" Her hand slides down and freezes when she feels the thick bulge at the base of my cock straining against my jeans. "Oh. Is that?—"
"My knot," I confirm, voice rough. "It's been trying to swell since I first got you naked."
Her eyes go wide with fascination and want. "Can I—" She swallows. "Can I touch you?"
Every rational thought in my brain evaporates. "Yes. Fuck yes."
